Gothic Love

Seeing the moon on your face

It makes my blood begin too race

I suddenly pull out my knife

Slowly I begin to end your life

Feeling the blood begin too pour      

My hand begins to feel sore

Watching as your eyes look in disbelief

You are my final relief

Seeing how you begin to fade

I find myself licking the blade

Getting on my knees

Suddenly I whisper please

Feeling you grab the blade in your hand

Knowing you can barely stand

I feel the cold blade pierce my heart  

Now I know we'll never be apart

Laying in your arms as we breath our last breath  

Knowing well be together forever in death